breasts.. in your face!
Ahhh holidays.. you mostly elusive lady you. In a week and a bits time i will be heading off for country victoria near Beaufort to spend a week with friends, being silly, drinking much, imbibing bad things and dancing to some crazy music. Then we have two days to get back to sydney, pack our bags again and fly to vietnam for two weeks, japan for two weeks and then thailand for two weeks where i will have the new boobs installed.
i've wanted breast implants since i was about 16 and realised the little fuckers weren't gonna get any bigger. i didn't realise the day would come honestly, it was always a bit of an ambition but hardly a reality. now... NOW....? in two months time i will be a d cup.. a fucking D cup baby.
Jamie Oliver is cooking banolfi pie on the telly, you goddamned hunk of a man, you shit me and make my favourite dessert! Confusing? entirely.
I tell my boss tomorrow that i must depart, he thinks i will go forth to a new job in parramatta as a NRMA customer call centre chick, which is what i am aiming for.. but you lot know better dont you?
i've only been as far as NZ before and i am quietly shitting myself about travelling for such a long time, i want to have the best time ever, but i had a really shit time in NZ about 90% of the time and i am a wee bit scared i am a crap travellor.
when i come back, everything changes. i change my career, my body changes and on the sly i think a proposal is imminent.. am i really the boob implanting and marrying type? we will move back to the inner west, and in a year or so move out to the blue mountains and have a child..
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...gasp...uuuuuuuuuuuck
part of me really wants this, part of me wishes i could do the past 6 years over.
ever feel like that?
i've wanted breast implants since i was about 16 and realised the little fuckers weren't gonna get any bigger. i didn't realise the day would come honestly, it was always a bit of an ambition but hardly a reality. now... NOW....? in two months time i will be a d cup.. a fucking D cup baby.
Jamie Oliver is cooking banolfi pie on the telly, you goddamned hunk of a man, you shit me and make my favourite dessert! Confusing? entirely.
I tell my boss tomorrow that i must depart, he thinks i will go forth to a new job in parramatta as a NRMA customer call centre chick, which is what i am aiming for.. but you lot know better dont you?
i've only been as far as NZ before and i am quietly shitting myself about travelling for such a long time, i want to have the best time ever, but i had a really shit time in NZ about 90% of the time and i am a wee bit scared i am a crap travellor.
when i come back, everything changes. i change my career, my body changes and on the sly i think a proposal is imminent.. am i really the boob implanting and marrying type? we will move back to the inner west, and in a year or so move out to the blue mountains and have a child..
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...gasp...uuuuuuuuuuuck
part of me really wants this, part of me wishes i could do the past 6 years over.
ever feel like that?